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From the best temper'd courage in his troops : Of wounds, and scars; and that his forward For from his metal was his party steel'd;
[rang'd; Which once in him abated, all the rest Would lift him where most trade of danger Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy Yet did you say,-Go forth; and none of this, And as the thing that's heavy in itself, [lead. Though strongly apprehended, could restrain Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed ; The stiff-borne action: What hath then beSo did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
fallen, Lend to this weight such lightness with their Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth, fear,
More than that being which was like to be? That arrows fied not swifter toward their aim, Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas, Fly from the field : Then was that noble Wor. That, if we wrought out life, 'twas ten to one: cester
And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd Too soon ta'en prisoner : and that furious Scot, Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd; The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring And, since we are o'erset, venture again. sword
(king, Come, we will all put forth; body, and goods. Had three times slain the appearance of the Mor. "Tis more than time: And, my most 'Gan vail* his stomach, and did grace the
noble lord, shame
[flight, I hear for certain, and do speak the truth, Of those that turn'd their backs; and, in his The gentle archbishop of York is up, Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all With well-appointed powers;" he is a man, Is,--that the king hath won; and hath sent out Who with a double surety binds his followers. A speedy power to encounter you, my lord, My lord your son had only but the corps, Under the conduct of young Lancaster, But shadows, and the shows of men, to fight: And Westmoreland: this is the news at full. For that same word, rebellion, did divide North. For this I shall have time enough to The action of their bodies from their souls;
And they did fight with queasiness,t conIn poison there is physic; and these news,
strain'd, Having been well, that would have made me As men drink potions; that their weapons only sick,
[well: Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and Being sick, have in some measure made me
souls, And as the wretch, whose fever-weakend This word, rebellion, it bad froze them up, joints,
As fish are in a pond: But now the bishop Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, Turns insurrection to religion : Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
Suppos’d sincere and holy in his thoughts, Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs, He's follow'd both with body and with mind; Weaken’d with grief, being now enrag'd with And doth enlarge his rising with the blood grief,
Of fair king Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret Are thrice themselves : hence therefore, thou
stones. nicet crutch;
Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause ; A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land, Must glove this hand : and hence, thou sickly Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke; quoif ,1
And more, and less, do flock to follow him. Thou art a guard too wanton for the head, North. I knew of this before; but, to speak Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to
This present grief hath wip'd it from my mind. Ņow bind my brows with iron; and approach Go in with me; and counsel every man The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare The aptest way for safety, and revenge: bring,
Get posts, and letters, and make friends with To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland !
speed; Let heaven kiso earth! Now let not nature's Never so few, and never yet more need. hand
(Exeunt. Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order die! And let this world no longer be a stage,
SCENE II.-London.-A Street. To feed contention in a lingering act;
Enter Sir John Falstaff, with his Page But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
beuring his Sword and Buckler. Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
Fal. Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor And darkness be the burier of the dead!
to my water? Tra. This strained passion doth you wrong, good healthy water:' but, for the party that
Page. He said, Sir, the water itself was a Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from owed it, he might have more diseases than he
knew for. your honour.
Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird|| at Mor. The lives of all your loving complices Lean on your health; the which, if you give me: The brain of this foolisb-compounded To stormy passion, must perforce decay. fo'er clay, man, is not able to vent any thing that
tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is inYou cast the event of war, my noble lord, And summ’d the account of chance, before you but the cause that wit is in other men. I do
vented on me: I am not only witty in myself, said,-
here walk before thee, like a sow, that hath Let us make head. It was your presurmise, That in the doleg of blows your son might overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the
prince put thee into my service for any other You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, judgement. Thou whoreson mandrake, thou
reason than to set me off, why then I have no More likely to fall in, than to get o'er : You were advis’d, bis flesh was capable
+ Against their stomachs.
li Gibe. + Trifling. 1 Cap. Distribution. 1 A root supposed to have the shape of a man.
* Let fall
art fitter to be worn in my cap, than to wait at not the king lack subjects ? do not the rebels my heels. I was never manned with an agate* need soldiers ? Though it be a shame to be on till now: but I will set you neither in gold nor any side but one, it is worse shame to beg silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back than to be on the worst side, were it worse again to your master, for a jewel; the juvenal, than the name of rebellion can tell how to the prince your master, whose chin is not yet make it. fledged. I will sooner have a beard grow in Atten. You mistake me, Sir. the palm of my hand, than he shall get one on Ful. Why, Sir, did I say you were an honest his cheek; and yet he will not stick to say, man? setting my knighthood and my soldierhis face is a face-royal: God may finish it when ship aside, I had lied in my throat if I had he will, it is not a hair amiss yet: he may keep said so. it still as a face-royal, for a barber shall never Atten. I pray you, Sir, then set your knightearn sixpence out of it; and yet he will be hood and your soldiership aside ; and give me crowing, as if he had writ man ever since his leave to tell you, you lie in your throat, if you father was a bachelor. He may keep his own say I am any other than an honest man. grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can as- Ful. give thee leave to tell me so! lay sure him.- What said master Dumbleton aside that which grows to me! If thou get'st about the satin for my short cloak, and slops ? any leave of me, hang me: if thou takest leave,
Page. He said, Sir, you should procure him thou wert better be hanged: You hunt-counbetter assurance than Bardolph: he would ter,+ hence! avaunt! not take his bond and yours; he liked not the Atten. Sir, my lord would speak with you. security.
Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with Ful. Let him be damned like a glutton! may you. his tongue be hotter!-A whoreson Achitophel? Fa!. My good lord !–God give your lordship a rascally yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gen- good time of day. I am glad to see your lordtleman in hand, and then stand upon security! ship abroad: I heard say, your lordship was
- The whoreson smooth-pates do now wear sick: I hope, your lordship goes abroad by nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys advice. Your lordship, though not clean past at their girdles; and if a man is thorought with your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, them in honest taking up, then they must stand some relish of the saltness of time; and I most upon-security. I had as lief they would put humbly beseech your lordship, to have a reveratsbane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with rend care of your health. security. I looked he should have sent me Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before two and twenty yards of satin, as I am a true your expedition to Shrewsbury. knight, and he sends me security. Well, he Ful. An't please your lordship, I hear, his may sleep in security; for he hath the horn of majesty is returned with some discomfort from abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines Wales. through it: and yet cannot he see, though he Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty :-You have his own lantern to light him.-- - Where's would not come when I sent for you. Bardolph?
Fal. And I hear moreover, his bighness is Page. He's gone into Smithfield, to buy fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy. your worship a horse.
Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him! I pray, Fal. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy let me speak with you. me a horse in Smithfield : an I could get me Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of but a wife in the stews, I were manned, horsed, lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of and wived.
sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling.
Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as Enter the LORD Chief Justice, and an AT- it is. TENDANT.
Fal. It hath its original from much grief; Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that from study, and perturbation of the brain : committed the prince for stricking him about have read the cause of his effects in Galen; it Bardolph.
is a kind of deafness. Fal. Wait close, I will not see him,
Ch. Just. I think, you are fallen into the Ch. Just. What's he that goes there?
disease; for you hear what I say to you. Atten. Falstaff, an't please your lordship. Fal. Very well, my lord, very well : rather,
Ch. Just. He that was in question for the an't please you, it is the disease of not listenrobbery?
ing, the malady of not marking, that I am Atten. He, my lord: but he hath since done troubled withal. good service at Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels, would is now going with some charge to the lord amend the attention of your ears; and I care John of Lancaster.
not, if I do become your physician. Ch. Just. What, to York? Call him back Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord ; but not again.
so patient: your lordship may minister the Atten. Sir John Falstaff !
potion of imprisonment to me, in respect of Fal. Boy, tell him, I am deaf.
poverty; but how I should be your patient to Page. You must speak louder, my master is follow your prescriptions, the wise may make deaf.
some dram of a scruple, or, indeed, a scruple Ch. Just. I am sure, he is, to the hearing of itself. any thing good.--Go, pluck him by the elbow; Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were I must speak with him.
matters against you for your life, to come Atten. Sir John,-
speak with me. Fal. What! a young knave, and beg! Is Ful. As I was then advised by my learned there not wars? is there not employment? Doth counsel in the laws of this land-service, I did
• A little figure cut in an agate. + In their debt. Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, Sir John, you
1 Alluding lo an old proverb: Who goes to Westminster live in great ipfamy. for a wife, to St. Paul's for a man, and to Smithfield for a horse, may meet with a whore, a krave, and a jade.
* A catch-pole, or bum-bailiff.
Fal. He that buckles him in my belt, can- | and Prince Harry: I hear, you are going with not live in less.
lord John of Lancaster, against the archbishop, Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and and the earl of Northumberland. your waste is great.
Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for Fal. I would it were otherwise; I would my it. But look you pray, all you that kiss my means were greater, and my waist slenderer. lady peace at home, that our armies join not in
Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful a hot day! for, by the Lord, I take but two prince.
shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat Fal. The young prince hath misled me: I am extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, an I branthe fellow with the great belly, and he my dog. dish any thing but my bottle, I would I might
Ch. Just. Well, I am loath to gall a new- never spit white again. There is not a danhealed wound; your day's service at Shrews- gerous action can peep out his head, but I am bury hath a little gilded over your night's ex: thrust upon it: Well, I cannot last ever: But ploit on Gads-hill: you may thank the unquiet it was always yet the trick of our English natime for your quiet o'er-posting that action. tion, if they have a good thing, to make it too Fal. My lord ?
common. If you will needs say, I am an old Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so: man, you should give me rest. I would to wake not a sleeping wolf.
God, my name were not so terrible to the eneFal. To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell a my as it is. I were better to be eaten to death fox.
with rust, than to be scoured to nothing with Ch. Just. What! you are as a candle, the bet- perpetual motion. ter part burnt out.
Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; And Fal. A wassel* candle, my lord; all tallow: God bless your expedition ! if I did say of wax, my growth would approve Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand the truth.
pound, to furnish me forth? Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you face, but should have his effect of gravity. are too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.
well: Commend me to my cousin WestmoreCh. Just. You follow the young prince up land. [Exeunt Chief Justice and ATTENDANT, and down, like his ill angel.
Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man Fal. Not so, my lord ; your ill angelt is beetle.*-A man can no more separate age light; but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will and covetousness, than he can part young take me without weighing: and yet, in some limbs and lechery: but the gout galls the one, respects, I grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell :t and the pox pinches the other; and so both the Virtue is of so little regard in these coster- degrees preventt my curses.-Boy!monger times, that true valour is turned bear. Page. Sir? herd: Pregnancyộ is made a tapster, and hath Fal. What money is in my purse? his quick wit wasted in giving reckonings: all Page. Seven groats and twopence. the other gifts appertinent to man, as the ma- Fal. I can get no remedy against this con. lice of this age shapes them, are not worth a sumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers gooseberry. You, that are old, consider not and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable. the capacities of us that are young: you mea- -Go bear this letter to my lord of Lancaster; sure the heat of our livers with the bitterness this to the prince; this to the earl of Westmoreof your galls: and we that are in the vaward|| land; and this to old mistress Ursula, whom I of our youth, I must confess, are wags too. have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived
Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the the first white hair on my chin: About it, you scroll of youth, that are written down old with know where to find me. [Exit Page.] A pox all the characters of age? Have you not a of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for the one, moist eye? a dry hand? a yellow cheek? a or the other, plays the rogue with my great white beard ? a decreasing leg? an increasing toe. It is no matter, if I do halt; I bave the belly? Is not your voice broken? your wind wars for my colour, and my pension shall seem short? your chin double? your wit single ?f the more reasonable: A good wit will make and every part about you blasted with anti- use of any thing; I will turn diseases to comquity ?** and will you yet call yourself young? modity. I
(Erit. Fie, fie, fie, Sir John !
Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the SCENE III.-York.-A Room in the Archclock in the afternoon, with a white head, and
bishop's Palace. something a round belly. For my voice,-1 Enter the ARCHBISHOP OFYork, the Lords Hasthave lost it with hollaing, and singing of an- INGS, MOWBRAY, and BARDOLPH. thems. To approve my youth further, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in judgement
Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and
known our means; and understanding; and he that will caper with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, money, and have at him. For the box o'the Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes :ear that the prince gave you,-he gave it like And first, lord marshal, what say you to it?
Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our arms; a rude prince, and you took it like a sensible But gladly would be better satisfied, (selves lord. I have checked him for it; and the young How, in our means, we should advance ourlion repents : marry, not in ashes, and sack To look with forehead bold and big enough cloth ; but in new silk, and old sack.
Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a Upon the power and puissance of the king. better companion !
Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file Ful. Heaven send the companion a better To five and twenty thousand men of choice;
And our supplies live largely in the hope prince! I cannot rid my hands of him. Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you with an incensed fire of injuries.
Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns . A large candle for a feast. The coin called an angel * Pass current.
* A large wooden hammer so heavy as to require three Forepan. ** Old age.
men to wield it. † Anticipate * Profit
Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, Hast. If he should do so, standeth thus :
He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Whether our present five and twenty thousand
Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces Bard. Ay, marry, there's the point:
hither? But if without him we be thought too feeble, Hast. The duke of Lancaster, and WestMy judgement is, we should not step too far
(mouth : Till we had his assistance by the hand : Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry MonFor, in a theme so bloody-fac'd as this, But who is substituted 'gainst the French, Conjecture, expectation, and surmise
I have no certain notice.
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice,
Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart. Eating the air on promise of supply,
O thou fond many !* with what loud applause Flattering himself with project of a power Didst thou beat heaven with blessing BolingMuch smaller than the smallest of his thoughts:
[be? And so, with great imagination,
Before he was what thou would'st have him Proper to madmen, led his powers to death, And being now trimm’dt in thine own desires, And, winking, leap'd into destruction. Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, Hust. But, by your leave, it never yet did That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. hurt,
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge To lay down likelihoods, and forms of bope. Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;
Burd. Yes, in this present quality of war;- And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up, Indeed the instant action, (a cause on foot,) And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these Lives so in hope, as in an early spring [fruit,
times? We see the appearing buds; which, to prove They that, when Richard liv’d, would have Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair,
him die, That frosts will bite them. When we mean to Are now become enamour'd on his grave: build,
Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; When through proud London he came sighing And when we see the figure of the house, After the admired heels of Bolingbroke, [on Then must we rate the cost of the erection : Cry'st now, O earth, yield us that king again, Which if we find outweighs ability,
And take thou this! (thoughts of men accurst! What do we then, but draw anew the model Past, and to come, seem best; things present, In sewer offices; or, at least, desist (work,
worst, To build at all? Much more, in this great Moub. Shall we go draw our numbers, and (Which is, almost, to pluck a kingdom down,
set on ? And set another np,) should we survey
Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids The plot of situation, and the model ;
[Exeunt. Consente upon a sure foundation; Question surveyors; know our own estate,
ACT II. How able such a work to undergo,
SCENE 1.- London.-A Street. To weigh against his opposite; or else,
Enter Hostess; Fang, and his Boy, with her ; We fortify in paper, and in figures,
and Snare following: Using the names of men, instead of men : Like one, that draws the model of a house Host. Master Fang, have you entered the Beyond his power to build it; who, half | action? through,
Fung. It is entered. Gives o’er, and leaves his part created cost Host. Where is your yeoman !! Is it a lusty A naked subject to the weeping clouds, yeoman? will a' stand tó't? And waste for churlish winter's tyranny. Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare ? Hast. Grant, that our hopes (yet likely for Host. O lord, ay: good master Snare. fair birth,)
Snare. Here, here. Should be still-born, and that we now pos
Fang. Snare, we must arrest Sir John FalThe utmost man of expectation; I think, we are a body strong enough,
Host. Yea, good master Snare; I have enEven as we are, to equal with the king:
tered him and all. Bard. What!'is the king but five and twenty
Snare. It may chance cost some of us our thousand?
lives, for he will stab. Hast. To us, no more ; nay, not so much, stabbed me in mine own house, and that most
Host. Alas the day! take heed of him; he lord Bardolph. for his divisions, as the times do brawl, beastly: in good faith, a' cares not what misAre in three heads : one power against the chief he doth, if his weapon be out: he will French,
foing like any devil ; he will spare neither And one against Glendower; perforce, a third man, woman, nor child. Must take up us : So is the unfirm king Fang. If I can close with him, I care not for In three divided; and his coffers sound his thrust. With hollow poverty and emptiness.
Host. No, nor I neither: I'll be at your Arch. That he should draw his several elbow. strengths together,
Fang. An I but fist him once; an a' come And come against us in full puissance, but within my vice;ffNeed not be dreaded.
+ Dressed, * Agree
1 A bailiff's follower. | Thrust. # Grasp.
Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant to enforce a poor widow to so rough a course you, he's an infinitive thing upon my score : to come by her own? Good master Fang, hold him sure ;-good mas- Fal. What is the gross sum that I owe ter Snare, let him not ’scape. He comes con- thee? wuantly to Pie-corner, (saving your man- Host. Marry, if thou wert an honest man, hoods,) to buy a saddle; and he's indited to thyself, and the money too. Thou didst swea; dinner to the lubbar's head in Lumbert-street, to me upon a parcel-gilt* goblet, sitting in my to master Smooth's the silkman: I pray ye, Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a seasince my exion is entered, and my case so coal fire, upon Wednesday in Whitsun-week, openly known to the world, let him be brought when the prince broke thy head for liking his in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long father to a singing-man of 'Windsor; tbou didst loan for a poor lone woman to bear: and I have swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, borne, and borne, and borne; and have been to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. fubbed off, and fubbed off, and subbed off, Capst thou deny it? Did not goodwite Keech, from this day to that day, that it is a shame to the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me be thought on. There is no honesty in such gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess dealing; unless a woman should be made an of vinegar; telling us, she had a good dish of ass, and a beast, to bear every knave's wrong.- prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some;
whereby I told ihee, they were ill for a green Enter Sir John Falstaff, Page, and BAR
wound? And didst thou not, when she was DOLPH.
gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey- familiarity with such poor people; saying, that nose knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your ere long they should call me madam? And offices, do your offices, master Fang, and mas- didst thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch thee ter Snare; do me, do me, do me your offices. thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy book
Fal. How now i whose mare's dead? what's oath; deny it, if thou canst. the matter?
Fal. My lord, this is a poor mad soul, and Fung. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of she says, up and down the town, that her eldmistress Quickly.
est son is like you: she hath been in good case, Fal. Away, varlets !-Draw, Bardolph; cut and, the truth is, poverty hath distracted her. me off the villain's head; throw the quean in But for these foolish oflicers, I beseech you, I the channel. Host. Throw me in the channel? I'll throw
Ch. Just. Sir John, Sir John, I am well acthee in the channel. Wilt thou? wilt thou? quainted with your manner of wrenching the thou bastardly rogue!-Murder, murder! O true cause the false way. It is not a contidest thou honey-suckle* villain! wilt thou kill God's brow, nor the throng of words that come with officers, and the king's? O thou honey-seedt such more than impudent sauciness from you, rogue! thou art a honey-seed; a man-queller, can thrust me from a level consideration ; you and a woman-queller.
have, as it appears to me, practised upon the Fal. Keep them off, Bardolph.
easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made Fang. A rescue! a rescue!
her serve your uses both in purse and persou. Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two.- Host, Yea, in troth, my lord. Thou wo't, wo't thou? thou wo't, wo't thou? do, Ch. Just. Prythee, peace:-Pay her the debt do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed!
you owe her, and unpay the villany you have Fal. Away, you scullion! you rampallian! | done with her; the one you may do with ster. you fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe. ling money, and the other with current repeatEnter the Lord Chief Justice, attended. Fal. My lord, I will not undergo this sneap
without reply. You call honourable boldness, Ch. Just. What's the matter? keep the peace impudent sauciness: if a man will make here, ho!
court’sy, and say nothing, he is virtuous: No, Host. Good my lord, be good to me! I be- my lord, my humble duty remembered, I will seech you, stand to me!
not be your suitor; I say to you, I do desire Ch. Just. How now, Sir John? what, are you deliverance from these officers, being upon brawling here?
hasty employment in the king's affairs. Doth this become your place, your time, and Ch. Just. You speak as having power to do business?
wrong: but answer in the effect of your repuYou should have been well on your way to tation, and satisfy the poor woman. Stand from him, fellow; Wherefore hang'st Fal. Come hither, hostess. [Taking her aside.
thou on him ? Host. O my most worshipful lord, an't please
Enter GOWER. your grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.
Ch. Just. Now, master Gower; What news? Ch. Just. For what sum?
Gow. The king, my lord, and Harry prince Host. It is more than for some, my lord: it is
of Wales for all, all I have: he bath eaten me out of Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells. house and home; he hath put all my substance Fal. As I am a gentleman ;into that fat belly of his:--but I will have some Host. Nay, you said so before. of it out agair or I'll ride thee o’nights, like Ful. As I am a gentleman ;--Come, no the mare.
more words of it. Fal. I think, I am as like to ride the mare, if Host. By this heavenly ground I tread on, I I have any vantage of ground to get up. must be fain to pawn both my plate, and the
Ch. Just. How comes this, Sir John? Fie! tapestry of my dining-chambers. what man of good temper would endure this Ful. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking: tempest of exclamation ? Are you not ashamed,
* Party gilt.
+ Snub, check.
Suitable to your character.